5 Bikers for Valentines

I slipped a hand up her dress and played with her pussy some more, teasing her warm, tight hole before plunging a finger into her depths. I felt her tense up, her pussy clenching around my finger. I smiled as I drove my digit in even further. Fuck, she was tight. Too tight to even be real. I pulled back and stared down at her.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked her.

Josie's eyes grew wide, and she shook her head, then slowly nodded. It was as if she were conflicted about whether or not to tell me the truth.

“Umm, yeah,” she whispered at last.

My lips curled up in a salacious grin. The very idea of filling her tight, virginal pussy with my cock turned me on more than anything in the world. To take control of her, to help her discover her body and the absolute depth and breadth of sexual pleasure for the first time was a heady feeling. Damn, I knew there was something special about her.

“That's not a problem, is it?” she asked, biting her lower lip. “I mean, some guys think it's weird, but—”

“Not at all,” I said, stroking her cheek. “As long as you want to be here, I'll gladly fuck your tight little cunt all night long.”

Josie hesitated for a moment and then nodded her head slowly.

“I want you to say it, pet,” I said, my voice stern but I made sure to stroke her cheek, letting her know that I would take care of her. “I need to hear you say it in your own words.”

“I want—” she stopped and looked away.

I grabbed ahold of her chin and forced her to look me in the eye.

“Say it,” I said.

“I want to have sex with you, Gavin,” she said.

“Better, but that's not good enough, Josie,” I said. “Tell me you want me to fuck you. I want you to beg me for it.”

Her face turned a bright shade of red that wasn't found in nature. I could tell she would struggle with such crude language—she was a good girl, after all—but there was nothing sexier than making a good girl go bad.

“I want you to—” she said, trying to avoid my gaze as the flush in her cheeks deepened, but I forced her eyes on mine. She lowered her voice, “fuck me.”

“Good girl,” I said. “Still room for improvement, but we’ll get you there.”

I pressed myself into her, pushing her against the back of the elevator and kissed her. Her lips were soft and more responsive to mine this time, and when my tongue entered her mouth, her tongue met mine. They swirled and danced together, my cock growing harder and harder as the heat of our kiss intensified.

I ran my hands up the length of her body, cupping her breasts and giving them a firm squeeze. They were almost too large to hold, which was really something, given the size of my hands. I continued kissing her, circling her stiff nipple with my thumb, and Josie gasped, her body shuddering against mine.

My erection pressed into her belly, and her eyes grew wide when she felt it. There was a little fear in her eyes, but it was also mixed with a healthy dose of excitement. Her eyes were large and she bit her bottom lip as she watched me closely. She watched my every move, as if she were waiting to see what I could do to her.

I was in control. Complete control. I knew she was at my mercy.

Just the way I liked it.

I could have her right there in the elevator. I knew I could have taken her anyway I wanted her and she wouldn’t have objected. In fact, she probably would have begged for more. But, I didn’t want to rush things. Not for her first time, and not for what would likely be our only time together. I wanted us both to savor every moment of our encounter. I entered my code into the keypad, allowing us to go to my private suite.

Chapter Five

Josie

When the elevator doors opened, my eyes widened as I tried to quickly take in everything around me. There was just so much to absorb, and I was obviously in for quite the surprise. The elevator opened into a private suite that was decked out in soft burgundy tones highlighted with the elegance of gold. The suite was dimly lit, gloomy shadows clinging to most of the corners, though, and it took a while for my eyes to adjust enough that I could take in the full scope of the room.

When I was able to see clearly enough, I gasped as I took in the room before me. Above the four-poster, king-sized bed was a mirror attached to the ceiling. An item I knew likely served only one purpose—a purpose that made me blush just to think about.

But that wasn't even the half of it. When I looked around a little more closely, the heat in my cheeks only burned brighter. Hanging from the bedposts were leather straps—four of them, to be exact. One on each post It sent a tremor of fear but also a jolt of excitement through me at the same time.

Gavin walked over to the bedside table and lit some candles, giving the room a gentle but soft, sexy glow. The candle flames flickered, glinting off the gold accents in the room and dispelling some of the shadows. I saw that in one corner of the room, there was a hot tub in front of two giant, glass doors that overlooked the sea below.

Next to the tub was a small counter filled with bottles of lotion, oils, and a ton of other items I didn't even recognize. Beside the bed, I noticed another table, and when I saw the array of items laid out on top of it, I started to feel a little lightheaded. As I stared at what Gavin had spread out on the table, it made the knot in my tummy constrict almost painfully and filled me with an overwhelming sense of anxiety. It gave me pause and made me momentarily regret my decision to come up to his suite.